Bread has always held a special place in my heart. Being that my mother immigrated from France, the loaf has maintained its place in our kitchen since I can remember. Milk, on the other hand, has always caused me distress. As much as I would love to indulge in creamy bries and aged goudas, my stomach has never allowed it.
When I was young I remember my lack of milk consumption causing great worry to some, how would I get the calcium I desperately needed to grow?? Luckily, despite my digestive failures I have formed full healthy bones and stand at around 5’10. The “got milk” ads never did much in convincing me of what I was missing.